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Ohera - An Ohera Christmas
When Johnny Boy was about 12, he and Evol stumbled upon an Igloo.
The Nevada sun beat down on the cracked earth, baking the sand to a scorching temperature. Johnny Boy, an athletic figure, normally with a coonskin cap perched atop his head, was wearing a new cap that he got from a turtle. He trudged through the shimmering heat waves. His bare arms, tanned a deep brown, swung rhythmically by his side, while his ripped black jeans and dusty cowboy boots kicked up small puffs of sand with each step. Perched on his left shoulder, Evol, the green jackalope with a mischievous glint in his eye, surveyed their surroundings.
It was Christmas Day.
"Not exactly a winter wonderland, is it, Johnny Boy?" Evol remarked, his voice a raspy whisper that carried on the desert wind. Johnny Boy grunted in agreement, his inability to speak a constant reminder of his unique existence as the Ohera with...
The Nevada sun beat down on the cracked earth, baking the sand to a scorching temperature. Johnny Boy, an athletic figure, normally with a coonskin cap perched atop his head, was wearing a new cap that he got from a turtle. He trudged through the shimmering heat waves. His bare arms, tanned a deep brown, swung rhythmically by his side, while his ripped black jeans and dusty cowboy boots kicked up small puffs of sand with each step. Perched on his left shoulder, Evol, the green jackalope with a mischievous glint in his eye, surveyed their surroundings.
It was Christmas Day.
"Not exactly a winter wonderland, is it, Johnny Boy?" Evol remarked, his voice a raspy whisper that carried on the desert wind. Johnny Boy grunted in agreement, his inability to speak a constant reminder of his unique existence as the Ohera with...
